Never Forget (Memories)

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    We watch it in a comfortable silence, my legs still sitting in his lap, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh.
    ''I better head home,'' he says softly and looks into my eyes. I'm almost asleep, my head resting against the back of the sofa, close to his shoulder. I nod sleepily.
    ''Did you come here just to watch TOWIE with me?'' I ask.
    ''No.'' He picks up a piece of my hair and fingers it. ''I came here just to see you.''
    My lips curl upwards before I can stop them, and something inside my chest blooms. I yawn.
    ''Go to bed, Princess.'' He runs a finger down my cheek. ''You need to get some sleep.''
    I nod again and smile at him. He sighs and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. My head rests on his shoulder and his other arm snakes around me. I'm encased in his arms, and I don't care.
    Fighting it seems futile in my half-sleeping state. One of my arms stretches across his body and he presses his face into the crook of my neck.
    ''What are you doing to me, Princess?'' he whispers softly and kisses my neck.
    I shiver and close my eyes.
    A part of me could stay here in his arms, forever. A part of me that's steadily growing.
    ''Driving you crazy?'' I offer lazily.
    ''Mmm,'' he agrees. ''Something like that.''
    I smile against his skin and he holds me tighter for a second.
    ''Am I doing well with proving to you I'm not what you think?''
    ''Not bad,'' I whisper in a rare moment of softness. ''You're getting there.''
    ''You're hard to understand, you know that?'' He whispers back. ''I never seem to know what you're thinking, and it drives me mad.''
    ''Keeps you coming back for more, though.'' I yawn again.
    ''You don't need to do that to keep me coming back. You really do need to go to bed. Come here.'' He moves and helps me stand. I rub at my eyes and open the front door.
    ''I had a nice evening.'' I smile up at him.
    ''Me too,'' he whispers and stops right in front of me.
    My breath catches as his eyes meet mine. He raises a hand to my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. It's like I'm frozen in place.
    I want him to kiss me.
    No, I don't.
    Yes, I do.
    ''Get your hands off my sister, boy,'' Bing jokes and slaps Alec's shoulder. ''She bites, ya know.''
    Alec drops his hand and laughs. I punch my brother's arm as he passes me. He runs backwards up the stairs and pokes his tongue out. I smirk at him. He's such an idiot.
    ''I want you in bed in two minutes, young lady,'' Bing imitates Dad's voice from the top of the stairs.
    ''Get lost,'' I shout through my laughter at him.
    ''My thoughts exactly, Lexy!'' I hear Dad call down.
    I put my face in my hands and laugh. Crazy, crazy family.
    Alec is smiling at me when I drop my hands.
    ''I'll leave you to it before your brother beats me,'' he chuckles softly.
    ''Probably best,'' I agree.
    He steps outside then turns back to me.
    ''Princess?''
    ''Hm?'' I look at him absently.
    ''I'm ready when you are.'' He walks backwards to his Jeep and I watch him go.
    I don't know what else to do.

    ALEC

    I'm undecided if there's anything cuter than Alexis Edwards, city girl extraordinaire in Snoopy pyjamas. Really. Especially when the bottoms are flowery, and there's bunny slippers on her feet.
    Yep. She's done something to my brain alright.
    I smirk at my thoughts as I drive away, remembering how close I came to kissing her tonight. Again. But it's always close, never quite there.
    Why? There's nothing I want more than to hold her head still with her lips against mine and let her feel how much I want her. I'm starting to lose my patience with myself.
    I have to kiss this girl.
    Preferably sometime last week.
    Mum's pottering around the kitchen when I get back, still dressed in her clothes from the day. It doesn't phase me anymore, it's just a part of life. Cleaning is her therapy, what surfing is to me.
    ''So, who is she?'' Mum turns her bright blue, knowing eyes on me.
    ''What do you mean?''
    ''The girl that's got you all in a tizzy flap. I never thought it would happen, but it looks like it has.''
    She sees far too much that should be kept invisible.
    ''Who says there's a girl?''
    She barks out a laugh and pats my shoulder. ''Oh, honey. No one needs to say it. You've got stars in your eyes so bright they might as well be a galaxy. So, tell Mummy, who is she?''
    I smile at her choice of words. ''Well, Mummy, dearest.'' I chuckle. ''There might be a girl.''
    ''Ain't no might about it, Alec Johnson. Spit it out.''
    I mock salute her and she